Lyrics:

Under pressure, yeah, baby
The pressure's on, Thug Life
When it's on, it's on

One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass niggaz
'Cause they, turn, into bitch-ass niggaz
I'm sick of bein' stuck in the county jail
My niggaz clown, bring a pound when they postin' bail

Smokin' blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', 'Fuck the police' when we fly away, thug 'til I die
You wonder why I'm made this way
I wasn't, turned out, I was raised this way

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a young teen
Scheme, to stack cream off of crack fiends
One-time can't hold me
One of these days, we gotta bust back for the homies

Locked down in the penitentiary
I'll, probably lose my mind if the pig sentence me
I'm, stressed, smokin' weed, and nicotine
But what a nigga really need, is Thorazine

Right before I die I'll be cursin' the law
Reincarnated bitch, even worse than befo'
My fo'-fo' screamin' payback
My underhanded plan to get them niggaz while they laid back

And Big Stretch hit the scene with the mini-14
Servin' suckers like dope fiends
Empty the whole thing
Under pressure nigga, haha, that's right

Never run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah
Nigga bust ain't no time to spare
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we fuck shit up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we cuttin' shit up

Flash then blast a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
Damn, my mind is in the depths of hell
But when I'm walking on the street kid my name ring
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